Even though everything I just said is true, it doesn’t make me any less of a liar.

I couldn’t understand the reason for our double deception – lying to my father about where we were staying, lying to Dr. Wycomb about canceling the reservation – but I knew that good manners meant accommodating the person you were with. My grandmother assumed my loyalty, and this, surely, is the reason she got it.

But I’m ravenous for news, any kind of news; even if it’s false news, it must mean something.